Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
UT,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.